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With a cool man like Frosty I would need some hot boots, like these Nine West stunners! Photo by Jean Thornton

As winter creeps into our wardrobes and I replace my open-toe pumps with knee high boots, I not only think about matching scarves with fabulous top coats but also about a winter romance.  After much thought I have decided that the perfect chill man for me is none other than Frosty the Snowman.  Environmentally trendy and a cool breath of fresh air, Frosty is my ideal man for surviving the colder months.

I know it seems like an odd choice, but when considering the other contenders this snowy white knight wins hands… or branches down.  Sure, I could go for an Elf, but he would be working around the clock.  And despite his access to that infamous “Naughty and Nice List”, who wants to explain why their new fabulous boyfriend is too busy to attend all those swinging holiday parties.  Plus, elves tend to be short and those boots are tall!  There is also Rudolph of reindeer fame, who has reputation of always playing games—true they are reindeer games but games nonetheless.   Factor in that over-demanding boss who always needs a ride somewhere, and there are not many reasons to yell “yippee!”

Consider some of Frosty’s personal characteristics and I think you will agree with my choice.  While appearances are not everything, he does have those dark smoky eyes and a cute little button nose.  Sure he smokes and I am not sure if a nicotine patch can be applied to snow, but some flaws should be overlooked.  Frosty is good with children, enjoys dancing, and greets you with a big smile every night when you come home from a hard day’s work. 

Of course Frosty is NOT a fashion icon. While he is wearing white after Labor Day, he is still a snappy dresser with that magic in his old silk hat.  The best part about Frosty is that his height is adjustable. Want to wear those new amazing platform boots?  Pack a little extra snow around his base and get instant height. 

All my friends are sure to be jealous of Frosty and me.  Who wouldn’t love my new love interest?  He will be a delightful addition to the holiday party circuit with his jolly happy soul and hilarious jokes about a polar bear in a snow storm.  Frosty is the perfect date to be with if I run into an ex-boyfriend. Why shoot an icy look at my former beau when I can just break off of chunk of Frosty and lob it at him.  I never worry about his former girlfriend popping up; she’s a total flake—literally!   

Frosty and I will meet shortly after Thanksgiving, falling into my life just as the last leaves are swept away by a blustery wind.  Little by little he will show up in my life.  We will spend the holidays together hanging Christmas lights on my porch.  I’ll sip cocoa while he describes what our snow angel children will look like. Sure, roasting chestnuts by the fire is a no-no, but he is great at sledding and enjoys a brisk winter walk through downtown streets. 

As once bright and shiny winter days turn into another cold ho-hum case of the winter blahs, I know our love will come to an end.  Not long after Valentine’s Day our love may begin to thaw.  Frosty will be a little less exciting, frolicking around town will not be as much fun, and I will long for a little warmer man.  No awkward break-up conversations needed here.  I’ll just knock Frosty down with a snow shovel and watch him melt out of my life.  The only thing left of our love will be his corn cob pipe.  It is time to move on to a Spring Break romance down in the tropics with Captain Morgan.    

This chilly romance may seem impractical, but Frosty used to fill everyone with such wonder and joy as children that it only seems right that he could fill the lonely, cold months with that same cheer in my adult years.  Often the love of a first snow or the joy of a sled ride is lost as we grow up.  Holiday shopping and pushing for end of year deadlines may override the cheer that once filled our schedules.   Perhaps a brief winter fling with a figment of childhood imagination is just the thing to break away from the realities that can not be shoveled away. 

It may be nice to have a little bit of magic in life again…even if it does comes from a brief romance with a snowman.  Besides even in the aftermath of our love affair, his last words will stay in my ears and in my heart, “Don’t you cry; I’ll be back again some day.”  He just may end up being an ex-boyfriend I enjoy seeing on some other winter day.